So yesterday my friend posted this quote on his girlfriend’s wall. I’m sure everyone’s probably read it or heard it somewhere before, but this is what it said:
Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you’ve seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and wishing they were right there with you.
Since he posted that, all I can think about is how much I miss my boyfriend. I know it’s only been like a week since I’ve seen him, but nothing feels right without him here. I miss waking up next to him. I miss waking up to him getting under the covers in the morning and cuddling up close to me and wrapping his arms around me when we didn’t get to sleep in the same bed the night before. I can’t remember ever waking up happier. Ever.
I never fall asleep as easily as I do when he is laying next to me. I’m not exaggerating. I’m not trying to make us seem like a perfect couple or anything. All I know is that no matter how angry he might make me throughout the day, by the time the day ends, I forget about it all. And trust me, I have tried to go to sleep mad at him plenty of times, but I cave every goddamn time.
We’re not always on the same page. Sometimes he makes me cry, sometimes I make him angry. But at the end of the day, the last face I want to see before I close my eyes and the first one I want to see when I open them, is his. I can’t even imagine being with someone else. Everyone before was just a stepping stone to get to him. I’m not so sure I even knew what love really was before I met him.
I swear, the world was in my favor last October because somehow, straight out of thin air, fell the best thing that ever happened to me.
I love you Lucas. And no matter how things may go for us, I will love you forever.
